On The Missouri

The cabin greeted us

Every summer as kids

With warm memories

To be made in nature

The gentle sounds of the river

As it lapped against the banks

The gentle sounds of raindrops

Hitting the tin rooftop

A glimpse of a deer

Taking a drink of water

From the other side

Of the flowing river

Birds all over singing

With their distinct calls

My grandpa was good

He could name them all

And grandma would always

Wake us with the smell

Of pancakes on the griddle

Waiting to be devoured

There were plenty of walks

An occasional bike ride

Horseshoes and badminton

And an old swing set

It was sad to see it go

My grandparents now gone

And the family not interested

It was an old worn out cabin

But I still carry it with me

Deep in my heart

And remember it fondly

Especially during a gentle rain

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – cabin

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